Page 70 of Broken Embers
“What?” Carla’s eyes widen. “Is she okay? Where is she?”
“She’s fine,” Sabrina says. “She’ll be in Vegas in two weeks.”
“For our wedding,” I add.
Carla blinks. “You’re getting married?”
“We are,” I say with a small smile.
Carla’s face splits into the widest grin I’ve ever seen. She steps forward, kisses us both on the cheek, and scoops up Elena. “I’ll put our little princess down.”
We watch her disappear down the hallway, humming softly to our little girl.
I turn to Sabrina.
“Come with me.”
I lead her through to the bedroom and shut the door.
“Close your eyes.”
She arches a brow. “Seriously?”
“Trust me.”
She does. Eyes shut. Breath held.
I move to the dresser, retrieve the ring box I’ve hidden for weeks, and drop to one knee.
“Open.”
She opens her eyes, and her mouth drops open.
“Sabrina Craft,” I say, voice hoarse, “will you marry me? And promise you’ll never go off on a life-saving adventure without me by your side again?”
Tears spring to her eyes as she nods. “Yes. Yes. A million times yes.”
I slide the ring on her finger, and then I’m on my feet, pulling her into my arms and kissing her like it’s the first time all over again.
When we finally break apart, she grins up at me through her tears.
“Although…” she says breathlessly. “I can’t promise anything about the adventure part.”
I laugh, hold her tighter, and kiss her again.
Because if we’re going to face more madness in this life—we’ll do it together.
Always.
THE END
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